No, really, I've already missed a day. Alternatively, I've learned I have to keep some sort of journal for class, starting next week. So this might wrap into that.
Yesterday, the 10th, was a very slow day. I woke up at 8 (early for me) and did virtually nothing but read Patrick Rothfuss until, oh, somewhere around 2. Then I went to class - a syllabus day - and then cooked dinner. More reading, then bed. Wow, easily the most homebound day I've had in a while. Alternatively, I got over my lingering cold from Christmas Break.
Today, I woke at 8 (I sense a pattern developing, but my internship will be starting then...) and then drove into Houghton. The drive there was pretty easy. I had a classmate in the car to talk to, and plenty of sunshine. Then, magically, I found myself back on campus. But I was a visitor, despite remaining a student, and had no classes. I had even forgotten chapel was going on.
The long and short was that I found myself running into people I knew, and some I didn't even know I knew. Everyone commented, asking why I was in. I explained I had some meetings and SGA business to attend to. In reality, I was in because I was more than a little curious what it was like to return and smile smugly while everyone rushed off to classes.
It was downright wrong. I'm not ready to be the guy with the car, the Kindle and the job in the city. Or the unpaid internship and service-learning work-study in the city. Whatever.
And then I decided to leave. Alone. And I decided to follow my GPS. Alone. It led me to a little road hardly a lane and a half wide, which was also covered in ice. The long and short of it was that I ended up fishtailing about twenty times before finally reaching a plowed street. But, in the end, no one died and I ended up back in Buffalo.
Yesterday, the 10th, was a very slow day. I woke up at 8 (early for me) and did virtually nothing but read Patrick Rothfuss until, oh, somewhere around 2. Then I went to class - a syllabus day - and then cooked dinner. More reading, then bed. Wow, easily the most homebound day I've had in a while. Alternatively, I got over my lingering cold from Christmas Break.
Today, I woke at 8 (I sense a pattern developing, but my internship will be starting then...) and then drove into Houghton. The drive there was pretty easy. I had a classmate in the car to talk to, and plenty of sunshine. Then, magically, I found myself back on campus. But I was a visitor, despite remaining a student, and had no classes. I had even forgotten chapel was going on.
The long and short was that I found myself running into people I knew, and some I didn't even know I knew. Everyone commented, asking why I was in. I explained I had some meetings and SGA business to attend to. In reality, I was in because I was more than a little curious what it was like to return and smile smugly while everyone rushed off to classes.
It was downright wrong. I'm not ready to be the guy with the car, the Kindle and the job in the city. Or the unpaid internship and service-learning work-study in the city. Whatever.
And then I decided to leave. Alone. And I decided to follow my GPS. Alone. It led me to a little road hardly a lane and a half wide, which was also covered in ice. The long and short of it was that I ended up fishtailing about twenty times before finally reaching a plowed street. But, in the end, no one died and I ended up back in Buffalo.
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